Religion
is the combination
of time and eternity
movement and stillness
We are on board a ship
Even the chairs are slanted
(or is it the floor
that is slanted
and the chairs
that follow suit?)
We are a tray of buttons
of different colours
shapes and sizes
We lift the lid
and take them out
for a time
watch how they glint
in the early sunlight
As on a ferryboat
I am still
it is the boat that moves
but when we touch land
the roles are reversed
it is I who move
the boat is still
Religion
is the combination
of time and eternity
movement and stillness
Sometimes I am there
sometimes my mind wanders
my eye flies in the rafters
enters the folds of clothes
burns in the candlelight
like a piece of fluff
stray cotton
I grow smaller
and am glad
of the change
glad of the company
the gold mask
turned towards me
the skin charred
the teeth white
and sharp
I cling to the back of the chair
in front of me
and watch
the sea pass
Friday, 11 am
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